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Jian He felt she was overthinking things. She thought the most important thing to do right now was to draw a clear line with Yin Muqiao, so that this scumbag wouldn't come out like a dung beetle and disgust her every day.

In order for Ruibao to recover as soon as possible, Jian He, as a mother, had to be kinder to Cheng Yan.

She asked Cheng Yan, "Dr. Cheng, will you come to give Ruibao a massage again tomorrow?"

Through the car window, Cheng Yan smiled. He didn't answer Jian He's question directly, but instead asked in return, "Would you like me to come and give Rui Bao a massage again tomorrow?"

Upon hearing Cheng Yan's words, Jian He's heart lit up instantly, and the joy of a little girl spread across her face.

She said eagerly, "Of course I'd like to."

Cheng Yan pursed his lips and said with a smile in his eyes, "Then I'll come over."

Without saying anything more, Cheng Yan turned the car around and drove away, while Jian He turned around and went back to the living room after Cheng Yan left.

She took a shower and went back to her bedroom to rest. Just as she lay down, she received a call from Mason.

"Miss, there's something I need to report to you. My husband, the company's finance manager, just told me that President Yin wants to allocate a sum of money, about fifty million. What should we do?"

Upon hearing Mason say that Yin Muqiao was going to allocate Jian's money, Jian He became tense.

That scoundrel bullied my people and now he wants to steal my money? He's not even good-looking, yet he's got such wild ideas!

I used to cherish him, and he could spend whatever he wanted. But now that I'm getting a divorce, it's not right for him to spend my money anymore.

Jianhe needs to find out where this money went.

She asked, "What is he going to do with such a large sum of money?"

"They said they're going to hold some kind of art exhibition!"

Mason told Jian He what he had learned from the CFO.

Jian He then remembered that Wu Hua had been painting since elementary school and had participated in many city-level, provincial-level, and international competitions. At the beginning of her marriage to Yin Muqiao, she even went abroad to study for a few years, supposedly to learn the painting techniques of some painter.

Jian He has never been interested in painting since she was a child. Because Wu's paintings were excellent, Yin Muqiao often teased her about it.

Wu Hua is like the moon in the sky, something that can be seen but never reached, while Jian He is like a housewife with no ambitions, who doesn't worry about anything except cooking three meals a day.

At that time, Jian He naively thought that she was not doing well, which was why Yin Muqiao looked down on her. In order to prove her ability to Yin Muqiao, she went out and applied for a job as a manager in a clothing store, and she did a great job.

Even so, Yin Muqiao didn't think much of her.

Since she couldn't warm a heart as hard as stone, she decided to let go. However, the thought of Yin Muqiao taking the Jian family's money to hold an art exhibition for Wu Hua made Jian He unable to swallow her anger.

Without a second thought, she told Mason, "Tell the CFO that not a single penny will be disbursed without my dad's signature..."

Jian Qingshan suffered a stroke and has been recuperating in the hospital. Due to the aftereffects, his right hand trembles severely, and he needs help to eat. Getting him to pick up a pen and sign something is simply impossible.

Having received the order, Mason happily made a phone call to carry out the task. As Jian Qingshan's assistant, he was a little puzzled as to why he would be so happy to see Yin Muqiao get the short end of the stick.

Furious again, Jian He picked up her phone and started browsing the news online.

On local websites in Nanluo City, there is a lot of publicity about Wu Hua's art exhibition.

What young artist, having completed his studies, is willing to use a paintbrush to depict the beauty of Nanluo.

Wu Hua's paintings, like her artwork, are so simple they evoke a sense of heartache.

What kind of beautiful painter could possess such boundless love? She is willing to grovel for the development of Nanluo.

……

Jian He grew angrier the more she looked. Having grown up in a wealthy family, she saw through the trickery immediately.

All of these things were arranged by Yin Muqiao using the Jian family's name and spending money to promote Wu Hua, all in order to make Wu Hua famous.

Furthermore, Yin Muqiao publicly stated in the media that as the president of the Jian Group, he was willing to support a beautiful painter like Wu Hua, and that the Jian Group would buy all of Wu Hua's paintings.

In other words, Yin Muqiao gained the limelight, Wu Hua lost her reputation, and the Jian Group ended up buying the property.

This brilliant plan, which kills three birds with one stone, could only have been devised by Yin Muqiao. Even through the phone screen, Jian He felt as if the abacus beads were about to fall into her face.

Jian He gripped her phone tightly, forcibly suppressing her anger. She wanted to use her own methods to vent the hatred that had been trampled underfoot by Yin Muqiao over the years.

The next morning, Jian He was awakened from her sweet dream by a phone call from Yin Muqiao before she had even woken up.

On the phone, Yin Muqiao questioned Jian He in various ways.

"Jian He, how could you do this? Just because Wu Hua rode in my car, you took away my car and even fired my driver? How do you have such power?"

"And another thing, you have to know your limits when it comes to jealousy. I promised to give Wu Hua 50 million for an art exhibition, how could you let the finance department stop it? Do you know the consequences of doing that?"

"A housewife dares to interfere in the company's affairs? Are you trying to push the Jian Group into an abyss of dishonesty?"

Yin Muqiao, with a straight face and in just a few words, used psychological manipulation to belittle Jian He to nothing.

Jian He wiped his sleepy face and said, "Hehe, I don't know if the Jian family will break their promise if we don't invest in Wu Hua's art exhibition, but you, Yin Muqiao, have definitely broken your promise."

"Yin Muqiao, you're the only one who would take our Jian family's money to curry favor with your towel-folding partner, right?"

“Let me tell you, if you’re a real man, have some self-respect. Spit out everything you’ve eaten from the Jian family.”

Jian He's sudden outburst caught Yin Muqiao off guard.

He was speechless for a moment.

Jian He, on the other hand, pressed his advantage.

"Yin Muqiao, didn't I tell you the day before yesterday that we're going to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our divorce certificate today? You haven't forgotten, have you?"

“Look, it’s almost eight o’clock. I advise you to hurry up and leave, or you’ll miss the No. 2 bus.”

Faced with Jian He's lighthearted teasing, Yin Muqiao belatedly sensed that something was amiss.

He pressed Jian He, "Are you serious?"

"Otherwise what? You think I'm kidding you? Hurry up and go, don't waste my time."

Jian He was too lazy to argue with him. After hanging up the phone, she got out of bed, intending to find a nice outfit and go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to divorce the scumbag.